The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 646 A long transition
  Spring goes and autumn comes. In the eyes of some people, time is so long, but in the eyes of others, it is so short.

"Hahaha!! I can finally have a happy harvest day this year!!"

"Yes!!! Finally, we no longer have to worry about the wheat getting damp or being destroyed by floods!!"

"..."

Outside Green Lake Town, a field of golden wheat waves undulates with the wind, and the air is filled with the fragrant fragrance of ripe wheat ears, as well as the bright laughter from the mouthpieces of farmers.

For decades, the climate of the Green Field Plain has not been stable. No matter how the experienced farmers of the Green Field Tribe adjust the timing of farming or change the crops they cultivate, the weather will always be violent and gloomy. The crops in the fields are severely damaged, resulting in reduced yields or even no harvests.

Fortunately, the senior officials of the Green Field Tribe exempted and exempted the farmers from taxes, allowing them to at least survive this year of constant natural disasters.

Finally, in the past few years, the climate in the Green Field Plain has gradually settled into a certain pattern. The farmers who have rediscovered the farming season have had a bumper harvest this year for the first time in a long time, and their persistence over the years has paid off.

“Thank you to the great ‘God of Food’!!”

Standing waist-deep in the waves of wheat, Phoebe, a middle-aged hobgoblin farmer who had been farming for more than twenty years, murmured a compliment.

Next to him was his partner Tina, holding a sickle in her hand and eager to try, ready to take advantage of the good weather to harvest the dozen acres of golden and heavy wheat ears in front of her into her family's granary.

"...by the way, shouldn't we hold a good Harvest Day celebration this year??"

There was a distant voice. It was Sammy, the bugbear who was adjacent to Phoebe's farmland. He was chatting loudly with Phoebe while his waist was sore from harvesting and he stood up to take a breather.

"Who knows!!"

Phoebe was not sure either. In the past few years, farming and harvesting had finally returned to normal. In order to reduce the burden on farmers like them, the tribe could save on their own office expenses. The tribe had not held any big festivals for several years.

"I hope they can hold a celebration so that everyone can be happy together!!"

"Hahaha~~~"

Another burst of cheerful laughter came from the edge of the farmland. A group of lively young goblins kept flapping in the artificial water channel. Occasionally they caught a crab or a small fish, which always attracted other goblin babies. Envy and cheers.

The water canals are constantly turning in the regular farmland. Although the wheat in the field does not need watering when it enters the harvest period, the newly introduced rice in the farmland further east needs the nourishment of these abundant water flows.

Thanks to the canals built by the tribe, farming is much more convenient for everyone, and the ability to withstand disasters such as floods and droughts is also much stronger.

Next to the cultivated fields, pack horses were dragging large carts and waiting on the edge of the wide road, chewing the turf on the roadside and snorting from time to time. The ordinary horses that were eliminated from the Mumapo Ranch have become a valuable labor force for the farmers' families. When it is necessary to transport the harvested wheat, it is the time for these draft horses to show their talents.

Occasionally, passing merchants would stop by the roadside and admire the golden harvest scene. They could not help but chat with the farmers working in the fields.

Of course, more tourists and merchants will still head west in a hurry, and they will reach their destination, Green Lake Town, not far away.

Green Lake Town does not have a city gate in the strict sense, because the town expanded rapidly in the past. In addition to the inner city wall built more than a hundred years ago, there are now several outer city walls that have expanded along the inner city of the town. In fact, There are not many fortifications on it.

Although there are no city fortifications, this does not prevent the tax clerks in Green Lake Town from collecting taxes from merchants. Very few outsiders can trade in the town without registering, which makes it difficult for them to successfully evade taxes. .

Various exotic spices and magical ingredients from the two continents are constantly being delivered. Anyone who walks around the several food and spice trading areas in the outer city will find it eye-opening. There are many things that everyone has never seen before. Ingredients and spices can be found here.

As the capital of gourmet food, Green Lake Town always has the compound smell of various spices floating in the sky, as well as the mouth-watering aroma of various delicacies cooked.

If you just walk around the streets of the town, you will find several small and exquisite fly restaurants, and of course there are also restaurants with brilliant decorations. Gourmets from all over the world are constantly going back and forth in the large and small restaurants in Green Lake Town. There are always new discoveries and new delicacies every day, which makes them have to stay here again and again.

In addition to producing delicious food and excellent chefs, Green Lake Town actually also has other specialties, such as forged armor and tools that are second to none in the north. For example, Mumapo occasionally releases a group of excellent castrated war horses, and for example, from The large quantities of food in Torrent Bay are, of course, indispensable for the various potion plants collected deep in the Cator Mountains.

The dark elves of Korima Town began to integrate into the life of Green Field. Due to the superior magical talents of the elves, the orderly inheritance of alchemy craftsmanship and artistic standards, they produced various jewelry and daily life magic props. It can be sold at a good price.

Thanks to the collision of sparks brought by the alchemy crafts of the dark elves, the skills of the goblin craftsmen who specialize in forging in Greenfield Auror Town have been greatly improved, and the forged equipment has become more sophisticated, at least in the north. The equipment and metal tools produced by Green Field are always in short supply.

The size of the pasture in Mumapo has been greatly improved now. Because of the abundant water resources and excellent alfalfa seeds, the tribal grazing business that was originally limited by the size of the pasture has suddenly opened up a new world. of heaven and earth.

The entire 20-mile radius of Mumapo has been transformed into a pasture. Canals flowing from Zhuoshui Creek are scattered like spider webs in this pasture, creating patches of vibrant grassland.

With enough fodder, the shackles of breeding horses, cattle and sheep no longer exist. Nowadays, in addition to the excellent horses delivered to the cavalry every year, Mumapo also has a large number of surplus and eliminated horses, which are sent to the market. , became the workhorse of farmers, the riding beast of merchants, etc.

As for Riptide Bay, things have been really hard these past few years, so let’s not mention it.

Merchants no longer worry about returning empty-handed without bringing back any salable goods after having to go all the way. This makes trade in Green Lake Town more frequent. Naturally, the large number of transactions brought about a large amount of tax revenue. In addition, the flow of people drove the local goblins to operate and produce. Green Lake Town finally regained its breath in these years, and the resources in the clan's public treasury were also enriched. Quite a few.

"Patriarch, these are the supplies you asked us to raise." It was a rare opportunity to meet Allen, but Tris felt particularly uncomfortable, because when he came to see Allen this time, he had to send a large amount of money that he had saved up with great difficulty. resources and equipment.

Over the years, Patriarch Allen has asked him and the Lord of Namur City, Oliver, to obtain supplies several times. The share of supplies has increased each time, but their specific whereabouts are unknown to them. In addition to the three people in power, Patriarch Allen has established a new power system that is unknown to everyone.

This feeling made Tris feel very uncomfortable, at least a little bit distrustful by Allen. But the real power holder of the tribe is Allen. Even if Tris has many complaints in his heart, he can only obey orders.

"Well, well done."

As the climate change gradually stabilized, Allen spent less time in the town, and more often he lived temporarily deep in the Western Mansha Mountains or the nearby Cator Mountains.

After taking the account book handed over by Tris, Allen glanced at it casually and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed like a dozen thin pages, but the content recorded in it was the year's balance of supplies in the two major towns of the entire Green Field Tribe. half of.

Nowadays, the prosperous Green Field Tribe's income is increasing every year. Even if part of the income from Namur Fortress is shared in order to win over the trolls and jackals, the amount of funds that can be saved for outing expenses after one year, It is comparable to the wealth accumulated by a medium-sized tribe over several generations.

"Patriarch...I..."

Tris was a little hesitant, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"If you shouldn't ask, don't ask. It's for your own good not to let you know."

Allen's burning eyes penetrated deep into the heart of the middle-aged Bugbear, seeing through his thoughts at a glance, and decisively interrupted Tris's unfinished words.

"clear."

Tris was slumped and slowly walked out of Allen's simple castle.

Outside the castle, a fleet of convoys slowly drove in from the side door. They were supplies sent from Green Lake Town and Namur Fortress, which were what Tris had previously submitted in the account book. Allen looked through the window and watched the cargo-laden resources being delivered into the castle, and his mood was actually equally depressing.

The promotion of the image of the 'God of Cookery' in Green Lake Town has already started to improve, but it has not spread because the experimental stage has been very cautious and confidentiality has been tightened. But even so, there are more than 100,000 goblins in Green Lake Town and the surrounding satellite villages and towns, and now there are a few thousand goblins, who devoutly believe in the 'God of Food'.

After all, the 'God of Food' itself is the incarnation of Alan, the leader of the tribe. Most of the goblins in the tribe love and respect him. It is not difficult at all to convince them of the power of the 'God of Food'.

A big problem facing Allen now is that these goblins who believe in themselves devoutly believe in the power of faith that Allen has no clue about and cannot sense at all.

When he asked Figueras about the guy who had been teasing him, he knew nothing about it. Later, Allen forced him to become anxious and simply plunged into the depths of the Cator Mountains, leaving only one sentence for Allen to catch alone. mad.

"...How about you advance to Demigod first and try again??"

If he could be promoted to demigod, wouldn't Allen be willing?
  The problem now is that before he can be promoted to demigod, he still has one crucial step to make.

The learning and mastering of the extraordinary legendary expertise has indeed brought some inspiration and help to Allen's energy veining in blood vessel walls and muscles. After decades of continuous study, Allen feels that he will soon make a complete breakthrough and officially enter the semi-finals. God's world.

It's just that for this step, Allen himself doesn't know how long it will take.

The physical strength has gradually increased to a point where even Allen himself is a little surprised. Even without any protection, Allen can now resist an advanced warrior using a low-level magic weapon in a short period of time. The attack will basically not leave too many wounds.

The improvement of his physical body has brought about an increase in Allen's burst carrying strength. As the anger in his body has liquefied, Allen rarely activates his rage skills because of the heavy physical burden caused by stimulating rage.

In order to be promoted to Demigod as soon as possible, Allen was willing to live a boring and lonely life, and went to retreat deep in the secluded mountains. While thinking about how to feel the power of faith, he worked hard to temper his body.

Of course, there is still one thing that requires Allen to be distracted, and that is the secret organization that spreads the belief in the 'God of Cookery'. Every once in a while, Allen will spare the energy to personally intervene, listen to the reports of the members he has hand-picked, and assign tasks.

It is not an easy task to maintain complete confidentiality in the matter of spreading faith. This requires the members of the evangelist to be able to screen out the sincere goblins as much as possible, and then test and guide them step by step.

This means that the pace of winning over believers is relatively slow, and a lot of resources will be invested.

However, Allen doesn't care about these problems. The slow progress can buy more time for his experiments and make him more calm; no matter how much resources are invested, it will be cheaper for the cubs of his tribe anyway, and he is still loyal to his goblins. This There is nothing wrong with that.

The ‘God of Cookery Praise Meeting’ and ‘God of Cookery Exchange Meeting’ are now not only as simple as preaching, but also take care of the poor families and people living in difficulties in the town, using practical actions to demonstrate the care of the ‘God of Cookery’ for believers.

Without divine grace and miracles, we can only rely on actions that touch people's hearts to maintain the piety of believers.

The resources that had just been brought into the castle's secret vault could not be warmed up. Shortly after the rest of the crowd left, two groups of people came out of the castle's secret passage in a staggered manner, wearing bronze masks and uniforms of off-white cotton buckets. The warriors in uniforms silently and orderly sent them out of the secret passage.

As for how these resources will be allocated in the end, that is a matter for the core members of the two secret organizations to handle. Allen believes that they can handle it properly and has not intervened. It is indeed a disguised form of cultivating talents for the ruling class, and with Tris There's not much difference in the guesswork situation.

(End of this chapter)